A.H. Scott's Blog, page 25

LET IT FLY! - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"Appreciate the things in life that you have. Clamp down on that balloon of envy that inflates over the things you don't have. A chuckle and smile can satisfy a soul for quite a while. So, chuckle on, my friends." - A.H. Scott 2/3/12

CATHEDRAL - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT

Cathedral 


In the cathedral of books, there is a stream of sounds and silenceAmongst the tomes that line walls of wood and floors of marble, the chorus takes their placesLibrarians lift up their quills, as conductors of this symphony of finesseScattered thoughts scribbled on pieces of paper, as children scurry towards their sectionVariety of words, from nonsensical to philosophical tune up for the melody of existenceMan and woman cradle and readWoman and woman kiss amongst the poetry aisleMan and man flip through graphic novels and touch hands with warmth Democracy is the hymn hummed in this cathedralClasp book in palms, open it with heeded anticipation Everyone....let's begin our prayer: "Celestial angels, we thank you for these feathers upon pages that caress our imagination, mind and soul...." Cathedral's magical wisdom blesses our brains with letters, images and the tune of yesterday, today and tomorrow contained
- A.H. Scott 
12/4/13






(image - Rijksmuseum Library, Amsterdam)

ALWAYS IN MY HEART - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT

Always In My Heart 



Always in my heart Where did we start?On the avenue as we passed a little after noonCup of tea sipped by me and you in the cafe on the cornerThe words of three came from our lips and the whirlwind beganThe words of two came and my name became yoursStanding besides you nowYou are always in my heartEven when the night gets too cold and we get too oldI'll remember the laughs and the joy we sharedSpats come and spats goNever let me goFrom the beginning of how we metBrewing within us both that day, a mutual passion carried us awayIt's definitely something I'll shall never forgetHolding each other as we stop near the park by the riverAlways in my heart


- A.H. Scott 2/2/12

COMPLEXITY IS THE BEAUTY OF LIFE - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"There's nothing simple about living. Complexity is the beauty of life. Exploring yourself and the world around you can open your eyes to things you may have never expected. But, when you can see just how awesome you can be; that's when heaven's kiss becomes the sweetest gift of all. This maze of life is the miracle we share each moment we are alive." - A.H. Scott 2/2/12

DREAMS NEVER DIE - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"Dreams never die. Dreams in day. Dreams in night. None of them ever leave us. As long as you've got breath in your lungs and a heart, mind & soul that pulsate with curiosity's fever; then YOUR dream shall never be kaput." - A.H. Scott 2/2/12

WHEELS - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"Today, it may be THEM. Tomorrow it may be the OTHER. Just something to think about when thinking the finger of misfortune can't tap YOU on the shoulder" - A.H. Scott, January 29, 2017

THIS MONTH'S FEATURE - "COUNTERMEASURES/BUTTONS" BY A.H. SCOTT

Standing in the middle of that workshop with sparks of machinery and inventive electricity filling the air around me, I knew I have should have turned around and left. Yet, a small part of me suddenly grew larger in size and scope of self assuredness in what I wanted and needed in that moment in time.

Crackle of torch melting and molding steel consumed the space between where I stood and the person sculpting an object of art. Flame turned off slowly, as the metal mask was lifted to reveal the man who was in the process of changing my life forever. He turned around and saw me in his realm.

His name was Davenport Ashley.

I am Joanie Maxwell and leaving him was not in the cards now. My back stiffened, as did my resolve to remain on course of experimenting in his arena of experience.

“Joanie?” Walking towards me, he added, “I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again”.

I concurred, “Same here”.

“Unfinished business?” Taking a dark blue cloth from his jean pocket and rubbing hands clean, he quizzed me.

I wasn’t going to chicken out now and say something wise-ass or snarky to him, as an honest assessment came from my lips, “Or….unfinished pleasure”.

The ball was now in his court, as was I in his arena.

Davenport had a way of cutting through bullshit and analyzing me in a way I was never quite comfortable with. As his mouth formed a grin, I knew he wasn’t going to disappoint me with his next string of words. And, I couldn’t wait to hear them. 

“Continuations have a way of heightening the thrill of the senses”, Davenport spoke of the past and present moment, as a possible future for both of us came from his oh so desirable lips. “Are you ready to really live, Joanie?

Bursting inside of me were those fireworks I never thought I would feel, as a single word exited my lips in pure relief, “Yes”.

My body exhibited a lifted weight off my shoulders, as I stood with casual grace before him. That momentary tenseness of my frame vanished in a three letter utterance.

He raised his voice slightly, when walking towards me, “Say that word again, Joanie”.

“Yes”, I smiled.

Once more with vocal ascension in that massive warehouse space when approaching closer, he peppered me with that question and urgency to hear my response, “Joanie, say it again!”

Feeling like a student standing in front of her dominating teacher, I began to giggle like some sort of teenager again and answered him with an infectious laughing grin, “Yes!”

Davenport tossed the blue cloth he held in his hands onto a wooden counter filled with screws, bolts and other bits of metal. He motioned with poised purpose towards me and I couldn’t wait to feel his hands upon me once more.

First contact of those warm hands onto my partially bare shoulders made me want to melt. Yet, it was those words he spoke that I was previously unable or unwilling to absorb in my psyche which left me thirsting with delight inside, “And, so my world opens to you, my beautiful one”.

This was real. He was real. And, it all was happening to me in the flesh.

***********Joanie Maxwell was the kind of woman comfortable in the background, never seeking that glaring light of attention. What she found in a single action on a rainy night in San Diego changed the trajectory of her life forevermore.
Certain women are crystallized beneath spotlight, while others are the ones seemingly content in the chorus. Yet, things that may seem one way actually are not originally seen
Take a spin on the axis of chance and unexpected possibilities in “Countermeasures: Buttons”.

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BEHOLD THE EYES - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

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"If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then who holds the eyes?" - A.H. Scott  10/17/12

TRUTH BEHIND THE LIES - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

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"The biggest LIE can't hide the TRUTH forever". - A.H. Scott 5/30/12

DEBT. DESIRE. DISGUISE. DISILLUSION. - "THE OVER MY HEAD" SAGA BY A.H. SCOTT

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BOOK ONE 
Secrets are like a rash. Irritation. Agitation. Frustration. Yet, they always rise to the surface. 

A husband's secret becomes a wife's gamble. Question is: Can a balancing act last forever? Or is trippin' just a price of marriage? This is "Over My Head: Tightrope", the first book in the four part "Over My Head" saga.

Larry & Angie made for a lovely portrait. Yet, fractures of their marriage weren't easily seen behind the gossamer veneer of charming smile and supportive caress. Puncturing the surface of this couple revealed a relationship not so rosy.

The lies which we tell ourselves can construct a spine to the weak and a reflection in the mirror that masks a reality which we never wish to speak. 

And, to think - it all began with a single kiss.....

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BOOK TWO 
Even the sightless can see themselves in the catbird seat......

Opportunities can be like balloons. Sometimes elevated by an optimistic breeze. Sometimes obliterated by arrows through burning trees. It all depends on who controls the air of effectiveness.This is "Over My Head: Inferno", the second book in the four part "Over My Head" saga.

The lies which we tell ourselves can construct a spine to the weak and a reflection in the mirror that masks a reality which we never wish to speak. 

A wife. A husband. A lover. 

Devotion came in a single kiss.

Sex. Money. Power. Lies. Obsession. Murder. 

No one gets out of this life without paying a price.
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BOOK THREE 
Regret does not eradicate the past............

In life, sometimes a queen of hearts doesn't hold all the aces. 

The lies which we tell ourselves can construct a spine to the weak and a reflection in the mirror that masks a reality which we never wish to speak. 

Circumstances for Angela Chase change in a wave of catastrophic events. Can a wayward wife stay afloat?Or, will she drown in being "Over My Head"? This is "Over My Head: Haywire", the third book in the four part "Over My Head" saga. 

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BOOK FOUR 

Love holds no sanity..........


Love can make a man sacrifice everything for just the sake of being alive. Being cherished in the heart of the woman he loved was his only wish. Or, was this just a soul ensnared in the myth of love's dream. 

Find out just how far a man would go for the woman he loves in "Over My Head: Salvation"; the stunning conclusion of A.H. Scott's "Over My Head" saga. 


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